Tegan didn’t indulge him.

Their marriage had come to an end, and so had her feelings for him. That one sentence he’d said over the phone.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

It had been nothing more than a fleeting illusion. The truth had proven that it was all just her wishful thinking.

Lorian had never loved her.

Not ever!

…

Tegan still insisted on sleeping in the guest room. She left the master bedroom for Lorian. Neither of them was in a good mood, and they didn’t sleep at all that night.

The next day, Lorian and Tegan shared their last breakfast. That morning was no different from usual. He sat at the head of the table and was dressed impeccably. Every gesture he made exuded the elegance of an aristocrat. She had applied a light touch of makeup.

After a moment of silence, Lorian looked at Tegan. "The company needs time for public relations. We'll separate for a month first. As for the divorce settlement I’m offering you…"

Tegan interrupted him. "I'll move out this evening. As f